In the world inspired by Robert Jordan's epic "Wheel of Time," a different tale unfolds-one of family, love, and legacy. "Wheels of Kin: A Mother-Daughter Journey" takes you on an enchanting adventure through the eyes of Elara a young girl as she na...
In Cairhien, Moiraine wandered through the remnants of her past, perusing the relics of a life left behind. Her fingers brushed over the forgotten artifacts in her old room—a dollhouse, dusty cloths draped over furniture, weathered books, a music box, a box of cigarillos. Pulling away a cloth from a mirror, she caught a glimpse of herself in the Cairhien-style dress, a stark contrast to her usual Aes Sedai attire. As she moved away, her eyes caught on a painting on the wall, freezing her in a momentary double-take. It depicted a younger Moiraine and Elara in full regalia, and a smile graced her lips at the cherished memory.
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Exiting her room, Moiraine spotted Anvaere conversing with Jhonas. Without uttering a word, she retrieved the Ghealdanin red from the table and left the manor.
At the sanitarium, Moiraine strolled alongside Rand's manager, Celestin.
"And the redheaded boy, he comes every day?" Moiraine inquired.
"Rand?" Celestin replied.
"Indeed."
"Rand hasn't shown up to work today."
"Huh. You don't know where he lives?" Moiraine questioned.
"Is he in some kind of trouble, my lady?" Celestin asked.
"I'd like some time alone with your ward. You know the one," Moiraine stated.
Celestin nodded to the guard at the garden door, granting Moiraine access. Stepping into the garden, she found Logain Ablar seated, and a bitter laugh escaped him at the sight of her.
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"I should kill you where you stand," Logain declared.
"You tried that once. So how are they treating you?" Moiraine inquired.
"Like a butterfly without wings," Logain replied.
"And your mind?" Moiraine pressed.
"You're the reason I'm here instead of a cell in the White Tower," Logain accused.
"My Yellow sisters wanted to study you. As did the Browns, and I doubt you would've enjoyed either," Moiraine explained.
Pouring a cup of Ghealdanin Red, Moiraine extended it toward Logain, a silent peace offering.
